I'll have a row of electric lamps up here inside of six months, and you won't know it again, with a thousand candle-power Swan and Edison right here in front of the hall door." The avenue opened into a broad expanse of turf, and the house lay before us.

In the fading light I could see that the centre was a heavy block of building from which a porch projected.

The whole front was draped in ivy, with a patch clipped bare here and there where a window or a coat of arms broke through the dark veil.

From this central block rose the twin towers, ancient, crenelated, and pierced with many loopholes.

To right and left of the turrets were more modern wings of black granite.
A dull light shone through heavy mullioned windows, and from the high chimneys which rose from the steep, high-angled roof there sprang a single black column of smoke.
"Welcome, Sir Henry! Welcome to Baskerville Hall!" A tall man had stepped from the shadow of the porch to open the door of the wagonette.